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Ever gone through a checkpoint carrying some little something illegal? You’ll appreciate Al’s problem: he’s got those little pills and an unconscious priest! More tales of the Church in space. See parts one through six in other posts. And do me a favor? Comment on whether the checkpoint seems sufficiently authentic.
“Stay away from the bad angels!” Father Tim woke up and swung toward Al.
“Who are the bad angels?” Al said to him, and peered over the irregular lines to see how far they had to go yet.
“You have to listen,” Father said after a pause.
“What? Are they singing or something?” Al said absently, watching the youngest guard at the checkpoint, who evidently would be their guard. Too hot on the job, Al thought bitterly. Damn!
“No. Not singing,” Tim sing-songed himself. “God is talking to you. You-have-to-listen,” Father explained, as if giving Al a formula. “God will tell you all the bad angels. But we aren’t listen-ing.”
Al dropped a duffle, and then, retrieving it, managed to slip sideways into a throng that would end up at a different check point guard, a blond woman who Al was hoping could be managed.
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If Father Tim’s gonna get on board the shuttle, he’s got to get drunk.
“Let me ask you something, Tim,” while Al slid a ginger ale across the table. “And drink this first. Keep you from puking. Hopefully.” Al rubbed his forehead– how to put it?
“Are you actually going to do some kind of missionary thing on the way to Alpha Centauri? ‘Cause I just can’t see it. First of all, I can see how any human being could offer — what human beings have to offer, the mess we got ourselves in. I mean, let’s face it, we’re fleeing Earth. We’re not reaching out, we’re running! And then, I mean, Jesus Christ was human, a human guy.” And lily white, Al thought, not for the first time. Not for the first time. “What could he have to do with whatever forms of life we find out there?”
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